My mouth hung in shock from his unexpected advance. I knew what my role as a Breeder entailed, but I was under the impression that my being here was solely for the purpose of Judge Jackson to keep me close and observe me.
Are all men like this? Do they only think about s*x all the time? He’s drunk and stumbling over his feet and thinks he can perform?
“It’s late. I’m going to bed.”
“Not so fast,” he said, catching my arm.
“Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?”
“I rather not.”
“Why not?” he questioned.
I thought back to some of the lessons Supervisor Rachel and Supervisor Sarah taught us. One lesson in particular stuck in my mind. We were warned not to hurt a man’s ego, whether intentionally or unintentionally. It would always be in our best interest to make them feel like they
